I left my bags with the slappers at Jet Star
In my console was my cigarettes I left back in the car
I’ve had the Moe Norman cold turkey
Had a notion it was going to kill me
And it’s only other Moes could understand
About the long forgotten Regan guarantee
“A Gold Coast Moe Norman in Two Thousand and Three”
Now we’re flying down to Tamar Harbour
It isn’t Surfers and sure is cooler
Never mind, we’re gonna play some golf again
And it was like so many tours since early on
Dame Lee’s life remaining empty until he has Moe Norman won
Haydn’s chance is often open
Robbo’s clubface always closed
Fary’s win still held as just ill-gotten gains
And the legal lads were mellow – hitting long, par-putting mean
And the Alex driver shattered what a good thing might have been
Well the back nine makes Matt jumpy
Roddie never stops the dreams
And there’s growing need for speed in Kevin’s game
So we played Victoria from end to end
Tried to find a course to settle on, where our mixed up games could mend
Held the Moe as a Murray gig
Playing Moonah when we could
But I don’t know when we’ll play at Yarra Bend
And we’ve travelled round the state from year to year
And each one found Dean shameless and Mark with too much beer
And Mitch is back in Moe regalia
While John is debuting this year
And we’re drifting south, to drink James Boags’ beer
You know the last plane out of Tulla’s almost gone
Only fifty flying minutes, and we’ll have landed Launceston
There ain’t nothing like Moe stresses
Jez and Tim are sure to feel the pressures
We’re gonna hit Barnbougle Dunes all weekend long
Well the last plane out of Tulla’s almost gone
Yeah the last plane out of Tulla’s almost gone
And Simon’s really worried
He’s teamed with Kevin and he’s in a hurry
Well the last plane out of Tulla’s almost gone
The Moe Norman Invitational 